"I'm sorry for worrying you." I had nothing for an answer.
Hating myself again at the bottom of this hill.
A vast cloud has covered the sky overhead, so I won’t laugh at myself under a clear sky.
A drizzle is cooling my face.
I’d like to feel someone's warmth by collecting tears.
I’d like to give my warmth by shedding them.
I can only bring bad luck.
I'm disappointed with myself because I couldn't change anything.
Your invisible face will surely suffer.
Before that, I want to read your face.
If the people I love will be happy through my death, I'll die even right now.